Said a species of sexual scholar,
“Look always for sex amidst squalor:
The lower class whore
Is inclined to do more,
Hence one gets much more sex for one’s dollar.”
Tag: whores
Fire sale
Girls lined up, to be poked and perused,
Madam touting ways each might be used…
“Step up boys! Class A whores!
Fifty bucks, this one’s yours!
Forty? Thirty? No offer refused!”
Slumming it
He frequents the slums, tenement housing,
Quite dangerous, yet so arousing!
Teen mothers, young whores,
Lounging, sluttish at doors…
Never buying, of course, only browsing!
Needs must
The crown prince, being not yet enthroned,
Could of course, still, not be just disowned…
That he rooted with whores
Tolerated because
It must be, though of course not condoned.
Living the dream
Fucking’s better than porn, like, more real,
Though wives don’t shout “fuck me” and squeal,
And hookers look bored…
Like this woman.. Good lord!
What, if anything does this whore feel?
Whores and whisky
A post-coital cigar… smug, content.
An expensive whore… worth ev’ry cent!
Pretty, young, highly skilled…
He’d come twice… rather thrilled!
Whores and whisky… all money well spent!
Gullible
She was better without him, the rat!
He drank, gambled, screwed whores, and all that,
And he beat her up too…
But he loved her, she knew…
When he rooted her, like, first he spat.
Common sense
“Look”, he said. “Darling don’t take offence…
It just comes down to dollars and cents.
Better just to fuck whores,
And not marry, because
Children, schooling… All needless expense!”
At the club
“God! Those cute little whores, down in Delhi!”
The colonel said. “Titties like jelly!
Like beautiful dolls!
Stick your cock in their holes,
You can feel the rice in their belly!”
Propriety
The come-ons of the pretty young whores,
In their snippets of satin and gauze,
Splendid tits, a nice arse,
As he hurries to pass,
Mr. Charles James Esq. ignores.